"Anonymous said...

You shouldn't be so upbeat about life -- it really wasn't that good back then anyway. Remeber that time you pee'd your pants? That was funny! Your mom and I still talk about it.-Your Dad"



I gotta say, this was a great comment...good use of available material, and very funny. I like the incorporation of both parents, and the characterization of their relationship and interactions, rather than merely the trite "your mom," or the attempting-to-be less trite "your dad."



I don't know about these 'yo mama' wars--I wasn't a part of them before (in the blogging world at least, I am the possessor of quite a few very cutting yo mama jokes in person...as Elissa may attest to), but I am preparing to jump into the fray...



Once more into the breech!

Having just read Jenn1's webjournal post, I sit down again to retry writing the post I gave up on this afternoon...

I got out of class today at noon, apparently just in time to catch the horde of elementary school kids visiting UT eating lunch on the South Mall lawn, and it made me think about how awesome it used to be to go on a field trip, esp. the lunch. Inevitably, it would be in some park, or grassy knoll, and you could just camp out with your best friends in a spot, and spread out your lunch that your mom had made you, which has been a pleasant thought in the back of your mind ever since the morning. And then when you were done, you could run around the park with no worries until the teacher called you back onto the bus, which was also fun b/c you got to sit next to a friend...

I mean, does it ever get better than that? And I stopped getting field trips in, what was it, 8th grade?? And the thing is, what will we ever get in return for losing all the fun things like that that we lose when we grow up--what is there to look forward to...sex and drinking???

I guess I just have to agree with Jenn1--maybe the sex and the drinking do it for some of you people out there, maybe you think it makes up for it--but I don't agree, and probably never will.

"Galahad the pure, I assume? Well, not for long..." --said the flasher robinhood on 6th street to the Crusader.

Yeah, so I got a free Chipotle burrito yesterday--I went on Hallowen night before going to 6th street to see the costumes, and saw that for Election day, if you brought in a receipt from Halloween, you get a free burrito. So I saved my receipt. But last night, I forgot and ate dinner before Aaron reminded me about the free burrito...so, needless to say, I went anyway--hey, that's 6 bucks free...

And I planned, I really did plan, on eating it for lunch and dinner today. But after I got the burrito to go, I had to put it in my backpack and go to the library to read about the devil. or physics...whichever you prefer. In any case, I had to carry this warm, inviting burrito around in my backpack at the library, and with every step, I could hear the paper bag crinkling teasingly. By the time I was 3/4 of the way done on the chapter about the devil's nutritional needs...or Oscillations and Simple Harmonic movement, whatever you prefer, it's really all the same anyway...I was starving.

So at about 11:00 p.m. I gave in to temptation and ate about 4/5ths of that burrito. I tell you, feeding me has been like shoveling gravel into the Grand Canyon these days...



It's finally winter!!!~Out comes the Sarah McLachlin. She is totally winter music. It's cool, everything seems more interesting when it's cold. Hell I even feel more interesting, like I am mysterious and not just what you see. (Come to think of it, that's what I always felt like in high school which is what kept me from caring what other people thought about me...I really need to recapture that feeling...)--Is that conceit? or survival?



Tonight when I went downstairs to eat at the Jester cafeteria, there was some guy with a guitar singing, I guess it was Open Mike Night or something...but he was so into it, so earnestly strumming and passionately singing, that I pitied, ridiculed and yet admired him at the same time. It's just too ridiculous hearing his tortured music about how lost he feels, when I'm putting some cheese on my salad and picking up some milk. And yet, I have to admire the amount of idealism and passion it must take for him to want to pour out his innermost feelings to the masticating masses...

Dear Chipotle:

You really must stop putting crack in your burritos.

Sincerely,

Jennifer T.

The irony of what just happened to me is so thick I'm still scraping it off...

So I'm at the library, trying to study for my Physics test tomorrow. And I'm at the computers where I usually study/write papers. Except the computer that I always use...which I secretly consider my "lucky studying computer," is taken by some dude. So I log in at some other computer, and then after a while, the guy leaves, so I'm thinking to myself, "How do I get up and go to that computer without looking neurotic?" (Notice how neurotic people try so hard to not seem neurotic??) So I finally come up with the perfect idea: get up and go to the bathroom and then come back, and sit at the lucky computer.

So I do that, and the plan is working, until I try to log into the computer, and it freezes up. Ok, yeah, that's a little ironic, but I just brush it off and restart the computer, and try again. It still doesn't work. It says the login/password is wrong. I try it like, 6 more times. And by the end of it, I am doubting my sanity.

So anyways, I had to leave the computer and go wait for a computer that didn't need a login to become unused, and check what the hell was going on, and I couldn't even log onto the UTEXAS website, so finally I figured it was a system thing. Anyways, so after like, 15 minutes, I come back and...the lucky computer is taken...

Ok actually, it wasn't, and I am sitting at it right now writing this blog, but I just felt like I had to live up to the first sentence. I guess the irony was only of medium viscosity.



On life in general, I've been in a state of ennui for quite a while now, and I'm hoping going home this weekend and going to the Renaissance Festival with my family will jolt me out of it.

P.S. I wouldn't know what ennui meant either except that my short story teacher just defined it in class... : )

P.P.S I think I'm getting a mini Ipod for my b-day!

Dude...I hate to start after a long dry spell with a rant--there was a great weekend in there somewhere that I (literally) could not find words to describe, but well, here I am, and...here you are, so...

Physics could be a comedy routine in it of itself. The great majority of the physics majors and teachers I have met are, to say the least, dry as a prostitute after a full night's work (hey, i tried to think of a better analogy, sorry). My physics TA is probably in his thirties, and yet he still looks like the nerds in those old movies about high school--insanely tight lavendar jeans (which I have seen him wear on more than one occasion) and an array of gingham/plaid short sleeved button up t-shirts. When mixed with the flourescent lighting and outdated furniture of the entire RLM building, it really has a disconcerting effect...

But in any case, here's what I really came to bitch about--this "lab partner" I have in Physics lab. Dude, if anyone could be more anal...every single little thing that might or might not have any effect on the experiment, he spends at least five minutes thinking about and fixing. I'm a big fan of the, do the least that is necessary to get by strategy, and right now I have an A in that class. And the things he's so busy fixing, even the TA doesn't care about. How do I know this? Because I've caught the TA looking at our table with a scornful look on his face. This guy just won't let go of anything!!! I pity his future children and wife, I pity his roomate, I pity his friends, and most of all, I pity me, his lab partner. We are always the last to leave!!! It's giving me a headache just talking about it.